• Vol. 08
  • Chapter 04

A Simple Response to the Pleasure of Your Almost Touch

Brusha, brusha.
Pink and blue
Two sisters, two brushes
coordinating nails, and
we twin piglets
smiling out at you as you
touch us through your brush.
You claim not to understand us?
Our grunts and sighs, elaborate
expositions of our pleasure are
unknown symbols to your brain.
Fear not, we are saying thank you
now in a way you can understand.
Eschewing the beauty of our language
or even the sweet nuzzle of our snouts,
we now make marks upon
your phone, since we’ve observed,
in our small way, this indirect
approach is the only language
remaining decipherable to you
except, of course, for smiles.